Silent Sunday

Flash Fiction Friday: Catwoman

She slinks across the bed and wraps herself around his legs, purring, not yet content.

He strokes her face, traces her lips; she nips him, playfully, and arches her back for him. She purrs in his ear; he feels warm breath, hears her soft growl turn to dangerous hisses. His hackles rise but he sees her fangs too late. With eyes blazing yellow, her caterwauling echoes through the night.

She blinks as the heat subsides.

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